[WorldUrbanLegend] Hook hands
The late afternoon sunlight still stretched long across the sky, but the breeze coming through the car window hinted at the approach of fall. Amy and Tony were driving down a quiet suburban road, a place Tony had loved since childhood. It was a perfect spot to escape the noise and bustle of daily life, just the two of them, enjoying each other's company. They often came here to unwind, and today was no different.
The mood in the car was growing more intimate. Amy held Tony's hand and smiled, while Tony gazed at her, whispering, "Amy, I really love these moments with you."
As their lips drew closer, the car filled with a warm, passionate energy. Soon, they were lost in a kiss, and the world outside seemed to disappear.
However, suddenly, a voice on the radio interrupted their bubble. "Attention, everyone. A serial killer with a hook hand has escaped from a mental institution. Residents in the area are advised to stay alert and avoid going outside."
In that moment, Amy gripped Tony's arm and started to tremble. The news stirred something inside her, and memories from the past began to surface. "Tony, something feels wrong. I think we should go home."
Tony could see the fear in Amy's eyes and gripped the wheel tighter. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to listen to her and turned the car around to head back home. Amy kept glancing out the window, feeling like something—or someone—was lurking in the shadows. The warmth between them was replaced by a sense of unease and tension.
When they arrived at Amy's house, Tony stepped out of the car to open her door, as a gentleman would. As he reached for the passenger side, he saw something strange.
A hand, with a hook at the end, was dangling from the edge of the car door.
For a moment, Tony froze. His hand hesitated to touch the door, as the hook hand swayed, almost as if warning them.
"Amy!" Tony called out, his voice shaky, as he quickly slammed the door shut. But Amy had already seen it. Her face had gone pale, and there was terror in her eyes.
"That hand... the one from the news... it’s a hook, isn’t it?" Amy’s voice trembled.
Just then, headlights flickered from behind the car, and both of them turned to look. They silently exchanged glances, realizing that they might already have encountered the thing they feared.
Tony quickly locked the doors and turned to Amy. "Amy, just—just go inside. I’ll check things out."
But Amy didn’t move. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming closer, something they hadn’t seen yet. She locked eyes with Tony, but neither of them spoke. They both knew it was already too late.
